On daily business when I occasionally go her city; I pass through that narrow alley, That narrow alley with that small square at the end, And that lamp post

By whose side I kept vigils Before I left that city.

That lamp post still stands there Now wearing a funny hat of sunlight And a shirt of election posters.

And I still slip in unobtrusively By the lamp post to ask strangers In the alley, if after my departure Whether she came to the lamppost? Did she still come?

Translated from Hindustani